Saturday, July 16, 2011

BORROWED WORDS





A few little jottings from my Journal of Kept Words:


Kelle Hampton, on a visit to relatives:

 . . . and slept five to a bed last night, with bodies of cousins overlapped like a nice lattice crust.
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Chris, on a Senior Moment:
That’s what happens when your mind gets scattered.   (small
pause)   Scattered’s not so bad---it’s the covered and
smothered that gets you.     
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I’d tell you to go to Hell, but I work there, and I don’t
want to see you every day.   

A character in CROSS, by  James Patterson
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The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love. What the
world really needs is more love and less paperwork.  
Pearl Bailey    
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The Meaning of Life is to find your gift; the purpose of
Life is to give it away. 
Joy J. Golliver
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Me---I spend a lot of time pickin’ flowers up on
Choctaw Ridge
Ode to Billy Joe---Bobbie Gentry   
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Cary Tennis, on Blogging:
We are all pen pals.
We are all prisoners. We are all doing time. We are
all tapping on the walls late at night waiting for
answers from distant cells.
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And to all my fellow inmates of this lovely, bright,
multi-windowed place:  

Happy Weekend!

3 comments:

LV said...

Love all you little phrases. Most of them are so true.

Justabeachkat said...

I love them all, especially Cary's about bloggers. So true! LOL

Happy weekend hugs sweet friend,
Kat

Kim Shook said...

Wonderful! I just found one today in Roy Blount, Jr's new book Alpha Better Soup:
“The sight of a fly on a beautiful deviled egg encapsulates so much of the human condition: goody cut with dammit.”